Chapter 6

"Isn't this Zhao Min? It's been so long since we last met, and you're wearing even less now." Qin Ming smiled on the surface, but his eyes were cold. Instead of being impressed, he felt disgust. In his mind, this kind of woman could only be described as vulgar and seductive!

"Little boy, what are you looking at?"

"You're dressed so provocatively, isn't it just to get attention? If I don't take a few extra looks, I'd be letting you down." Qin Ming put down the stone vat.

"Hehe, you're a self-important little boy."

"You're dressed so flamboyantly today. If you're not trying to seduce the young master, why are you here? Let's get one thing straight, I have no interest in your kind of slutty fox." Qin Ming's words were full of barbs.

"Sharp-tongued." Zhao Min's expression turned cold, then she smiled again and walked out of the dense forest. "With your stubborn nature, it's a miracle you're still alive. It must be your ancestors' good deeds."

"Don't worry about me. Where's your stupid brother hiding? Why don't you both come out?"

"Qin Ming, what gives you the right to be so arrogant?" Zhao Lie emerged from behind Zhao Min, snorting with a cold laugh. He had planned to teach Qin Ming a lesson with his sister last night, but she had other matters to attend to, so it was delayed until now.

"Your aura is at the third level of the Spirit Warrior realm. Not bad, no wonder you've been so quiet these past few months. You must have been hiding in the warehouse to break through secretly." Zhao Min's body was supple, and she moved with a swaying grace. However, her words and expression were full of mockery. "You endured so much and schemed to reach the third level of the Spirit Warrior realm, only to be easily outdone by my brother and humiliated in public. My brother not only passed the test but also ranked first and received special attention. The gap between people can be so vast."

"Was Zhang Dong acting on your orders?" Qin Ming was not afraid and had no intention of running away. He stood calmly facing them.

"You've had quite a bit of luck today. You entered the hot spring area without being kicked out and the medicine mountain without being detained. I'm almost impressed."

"You're good at playing games, but that's all you've got. What's your plan for today?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Zhao Min's beautiful body swayed like a willow in the breeze, her every gesture and smile full of allure. At such a young age, she was already so enchanting; one could only imagine the havoc she would wreak in the future.

"He's just putting on a tough act. He's trembling inside. Qin Ming, don't be so stubborn. You won't leave here in one piece today. If you kneel and apologize, maybe I'll be in a good mood and you'll suffer less." Zhao Lie was determined to vent his anger today; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to focus on cultivating in the Martial Ancestor Pavilion.

"You can rest assured. Even if I go to your funeral, I won't kneel."

"Believe me, you will." Zhao Lie glared at Qin Ming with intense hatred.

"Qin Ming, I actually admire you. Many direct disciples have been paying attention to you since yesterday."

"Is that so? I'm honored."

"I don't have any deep grudge against you, and I don't want to make things too difficult. I have a win-win solution. Want to hear it?"

"Sister!" Zhao Lie frowned.

Zhao Min smiled seductively, her allure seemingly boundless. "Return the Spirit Pearl Grass to Zhao Lie, bow, and apologize. I won't make you kneel."

"It can't be that simple. What else?"

"Disable your left hand, make it look like an accident." Zhao Min's smile deepened, but her words finally revealed her true intentions. She had never taken Qin Ming seriously before, but his sudden display of the Spirit Warrior realm had surprised many. Moreover, it seemed he had achieved this without Yue Qing's help, purely through his own efforts. Qin Ming had once again proven his talent to the Green Cloud Sect, and it was said that many elders and direct disciples were now paying attention to him.

Zhao Lie smiled. This was the sister who truly cared for him. Disabling Qin Ming's hand would constrain his growth, which was far more satisfying than just beating him up.

"The Spirit Pearl Grass is already inside me." Qin Ming knew Zhao Min wouldn't let it go; she was not a kind person.

"Then there's nothing to talk about?"

"There's nothing to talk about with you."

"Qin Ming, don't be so stubborn. You know our status. Even if we disable both your hands, we'll only face a bit of punishment. No one will do anything to us."

"Then let's get to it. I'll play along with whatever you have in mind."

Zhao Min giggled, her body swaying like a flower in the wind. "Where do you get your confidence? Just a third-level Spirit Warrior, and you think you can challenge me? Do you think I'm one of those ordinary disciples?"

At that moment, a few disciples walked by on a nearby path, chatting and laughing, seemingly discussing something. They were surprised to see the situation but quickly turned away to avoid trouble.

Zhao Lie urged, "Sister, don't waste time. Let's finish this quickly."

Zhao Min blew a clear whistle, her red lips and seductive smile making her even more alluring. "I'm definitely going to disable your left hand today. Will you do it yourself, or should I help?"

"My left hand is right here. If you have the ability, come and take it. If not, get lost." Qin Ming extended his left hand, his right hand hidden behind his back.

"Don't think you can be arrogant just because you reached the Spirit Warrior realm. Your wild techniques are a joke compared to orthodox Spirit Warrior techniques." Zhao Min took a light step toward Qin Ming, her white fingers twisting gracefully, and flames appeared like spirits, swirling around her hands, dancing joyfully.

Fire Snake Palm! A mid-grade Spirit-level martial technique.

Zhao Lie had used this technique yesterday, but in terms of the scale, temperature, and method of appearance, it was far inferior to Zhao Min, a sixth-level Spirit Warrior.

"You still have a chance to back down." Zhao Min's smile was seductive, but her hands suddenly clenched, and the flames around them surged, losing their grace and becoming fierce, like two fire snakes coiling around her hands.

"Let's fight, I'll see it through to the end!" Qin Ming could sense the danger. He slowly clenched his left hand into a fist, his knuckles turning white, and veins bulging on his arm.

Zhao Lie shouted from the side.

"Sister, be careful, Qin Ming is very strong."

"Qin Ming, you're a barbarian, thinking you can rely on brute force?"

"Without a martial technique, you're just a sad case."

"Sister, crush him! Show him the power of a true Spirit Warrior and the strength of a direct disciple."

Zhao Min, seeing Qin Ming's stubbornness, felt disdain. She flicked her hands, and the flames intensified. She moved like a startled swan, charging at Qin Ming. "What a pity, Qin Ming the criminal will become Qin Ming the cripple today."

Her body was supple, her steps even more so, like a fire snake darting left and right.

She was not careless, preparing to defeat Qin Ming in one move, giving him no chance to counterattack. She had heard about Qin Ming's surprising strength, and two years ago, he had beaten a first-level Spirit Warrior disciple while still in the Spirit Refinement realm.

"Disable him!" Zhao Lie cheered from the side.

Qin Ming stood still, his eyes sharp like an eagle's, locking onto Zhao Min. After a moment, Zhao Min suddenly lunged from the left, using a killing move without any mercy. Qin Ming sneered, and his right hand, hidden behind his back, suddenly burst forward. A flying knife shot out like lightning, bright and dazzling, aiming for Zhao Min with speed and ferocity.

Qin Ming's explosive strength was formidable, and this well-prepared strike could deliver a force of six to seven hundred pounds.

Huh? Zhao Min reacted quickly, flipping in mid-air to avoid the flying knife.

Red clothes, flames, like a flying firebird.

However...

The flying knife did not move in a straight line but curved, swift and precise, and it spun rapidly as it flew, like a mini meat grinder, tearing through Zhao Min's side rib in an instant.

"Rip!"

Her red dress was shredded, exposing her white skin and even a glimpse of her bra. The flying knife passed through, leaving a bloody gash on her side rib.

"Ahh!" Zhao Min screamed, the exposure and pain throwing her off balance, affecting her attack.

"Big sister, your skin is pretty white!" Qin Ming's eyes were cold as he leaped up, his left fist like a heavy hammer, striking Zhao Min's head with full force.

His attack was ruthless, showing no mercy.

He didn't